Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.